Tell me your stories, your magic is mine,
Where dreams envisioned and fantasies born,
Clouds of wonder shaped by our own design.
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Where rainbows and cosmic stars shall align,
No limitations, its ours to adorn,
Tell me your stories, your magic is mine.
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Images swill, pirouette and jump and shine,
Escape to worlds beyond the daily norm,
Clouds of wonder shaped by our own design.
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Embrace your spirit, just send me a sign,
Elves, fairies, swirlling touch of unicorn?
Tell me your stories, your magic is mine.
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You hold the power. let your mind entwine,
A healing river or mystical thorn?
Clouds of wonder shaped by our own design.
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Set your heart free and your true words combine,
A limitless journey, a waiting dawn.
Tell me your stories, your magic is mine.
Clouds of wonder shaped by our own design.
Notes from me
Said 'never again' ... but couldn't resist having a go x Plus I should be cleaning my house ready for Christmas...This seemed like a better option. Here, if you'd like to join in:
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The Window
Like clockwork, the nightmare I desperately wanted to rid myself of every night, was back again. Alone in a room with a dim flickering light overhead, the silence deafening as I sat on the concrete floor. A small window on the wall in front of me, teasing the freedom I could have.
By Timberly Price5 days ago in Fiction
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